[DANCE] you got me poppin' champagne.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada sat down next to Jayson, and was secretly thankful he lived alone. And had for a little over four years now. He didn't know if he could deal with people eating around him every day.

He ate his food quietly, admitting it was a big difference between what he ate every day. Which was usually nothing. He pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his water to clear his mouth; just like Nevada, he forgot his tongue ring again. He looked over at Jayson, trying not to make a show of putting his hand on his leg. He kept his eyes on him, gently rubbing his leg.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson relaxed some at the touch as he finished as well. He caught a smile from his mom and smiled faintly back, decided to be a little more helpful for once and reached to take dishes to the kitchen. His father caught his wrist. "Cory can do that."

Jayce gritted his teeth, yanking his arm back. "Fine, we're going downstairs." He led Nevada towards the stairwell, his mother heading for the kitchen with Cory.
"Jayson." He glanced back at his father.

"Go, I'll he there in a minute," He mumbled softly, turning to head back to the table.
Hand against cheek could be heard, an angry curse, then silence.

After a moment he stumbled down the stairs in agitated silence.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada walked down the stairs after thanking Jayson's mother. He rubbed at his eyes, sitting down on the couch. He didn't know if he had protection on him, but he didn't mind just holding the boy. He was deep in thought, not paying any attention until he heard Jayson come down the stairs.

"Babe?" He looked up at him, drawing his brows together. "Did he hit you?" He got up, walking over to him. He tilted his head the the side, then kissed his cheek.

"I.. if you're going to be hit, baby.." He was going to offer to leave, putting his hands back in his pocket. He leaned over, kissing him softly. "Just let me hold you, okay?"

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I'm fine," Jayson mumbled stubbornly. "Don't worry about it, he's just being an asshole." He kissed him softly, trying to hide the shock, anger in his eyes as he led Nevada to the couch, turned on the music absently. He drew his knees up, rubbing at his cheek with a scowl.

"He doesn't know how to handle it is all..." He insisted softly, pulling Nevada close, just wanting him there. He kissed his temple gently.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada wrapped his arms around him, drawing him into his lap. He kissed his neck gently, holding him as close as he could. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair, trying to give him some sort of comfort.

"I'll hold you until I gotta go home." He said, kissing his neck again. "Its okay, babe.. You wanna go to my house tonight?" He wasn't any good at making people feel better, considering he had never cared about anyone enough to bother.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I said I'm fine Nevada.." Jayson mumbled. "I would like to though, yeah.." He didn't want to stay here if his dad was in a bad mood.

He shifted his weight, kissing him gently. "My own brother died in my arms Vegas.." He murmured. "I can handle my dad hitting me like that.."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Then we can go back to my house, okay?" He reached over, stroking his cheek. He met the kiss, then bit his lip.

"I.. I never had a dad.. And my mom.. She's a whore. She didn't feed me half the time. Not because she couldn't, but because she was a bitch. She tried to sleep with me when I was younger. So you're not the only one who's a little fucked up. At least your brother is better off." He tipped his chin back, kissing him softly.

"Go grab your clothes, okay?"

[jayson thomas christopher]

'Yeah, as an angel who is back on earth and is better off without me,' He thought bitterly, but said nothing. "I'm sorry..." Words were briefly strained. He kissed Vegas gently on the lips before getting up and heading back to the main floor, then down the hall into his and Cory's room. Throwing a change of clothes and pajamas in his bag, he grabbed his ipod and cell phone charger and moved for the den.

"Where are you going?"
Jayson glared. "I'm staying the night at Nevada's
"The hell you aren't!" His father snapped. "You're fucking enough trouble already Jay-"
"Honey, le him go. He's eighteen now anyway.." She offered an apologetic smile as Jayson and he only licked at his lips, climbing back down the stairs to get Nevada.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada looked up at him, then climbed the stairs after him. "Thanks for dinner, Mrs Jayson's mom.." He said quietly, waving to her before following Jayson out the door. he took his bag from him, setting it in the back seat. He climbed into the drivers seat, and headed back towards his house, his hand in Jayson's lap. He parked in the driveway and groaned at the familiar car. He climbed out, waiting for Jayson before walked over to the unlocked door.

"Nevada!" The woman from the couch exclaimed and he pointed to the door.

"Get out of my fucking house." He snapped.

"Nevada, you shouldn't bring boys home to sleep with them."

"Shut the fuck UP and get the fuck OUT OF MY DAMN HOUSE." He screamed. But she didn't moved. "I will haul you out of here. Leave. And don't come back. I pay the bills here."

"It smells like weed."

"You smell like DICK."

"I thought I raised you better."

"You tried to fuck me! GO! I want to spend time with my boyfriend."

"You can't have a boyfriend, Nevada. You can't handle it."

"I'm twenty fucking years old! I can handle- get out of my house!" He growled and she finally left. "Fucking bitch. I'm old enough to have a boyfriend if I damn tell please." He slammed the door, walking over to Jayson before kissing him.

"You want a drink? Don't eat the m&ms.."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson played with Nevada's hand on the way to his house, grabbing his bag and following him to the door after eyeing the car.

He winced when Nevada began to scream, rubbing a soothing hand over his back the entire time. When she left he hugged him close, met his kiss gently.

"Just one right now, sure." He murmured, kissing Nevada's jaw, then his shoulder. He hugged him tight a moment before letting him go. "No M&Ms?" Shrugging, he glanced around, sighed.